Letras: No Use For A Name. Hard Rock Bottom. Insecurity Alert.

emergency dispatch i think something's wrong with words its so hard to construe the images follow a dream through a song the nightmare has finally come true rhetorical speeches are made on the screen to shut us up and rest assure an obviously panicked media machine is testing the will of a country so unsure mission complete we lost control suddenly frightened by it all to put it simply we will never be the same there is no redemption in this war so please don't forget what this is for cause that's how our history is made security cop with their hands in the air the lock on the gate was destroyed now everyone rises from the lassiez faire we can empty the cup but we cannot fill the void without an enemy to kill the blood of the innocent is spilled to put it lightly we are not wanting to see prepare yourself for disaster now so few are sane here anyhow i realize that words don't justify the pain set up the guillotine and televise the execution we have to ask ourselves, can we feel safe? you can't spell believe without lie